I work at a warehouse club store who's name is the initial of a common sex act otherwise known as fellatio. (Believe me, my husband and friends get a big kick out of where I work. I have heard it all from, "Gee, I never knew I could buy them by the wholesale," to flat out rude ones from custy asking if having a membership card at our store entitles him to free B.J.s)
Now I'm a fairly damn perky person. Sorry about that, it is just how I am made. It takes a lot to get on my nerves and I'm just a natural people person. So I will go by Perky.
One of the things that make our store different is that the cashier is on the same side of the conveyor belt as the customer. Believe I wish it wasn't. For some reason this leaves the cashier open to all sort of just weird shit. Custys always feel as if they have to stand right on top of you. No ideal about personal space. And don't even get me started on the stinky ones.
Now as I said, I'm pretty friendly and perky. I also have this sing-song voice, and from what I've been told by co-workers, friends, costumers is that it makes me seem very open and friendly. I guess it comes off as too friendly sometimes. Cue creepy old man. So I'm ringing up this older man,about 60ish and I'm in a rather good mood. I'm chatting and joking with him and I guess he thought I was flirting with him. I didn't think so, but at the end of the transaction he says, "Can I just give you a hug?" I was somewhat floored. I've had costumers ask all sorts of weird stuff, but never for a hug.
I was sort of shocked, and before I could reply he wraps me in this huge bear hug, practicably pulling me off my feet and then plants a fat wet kiss on my forehead! Seriously my forehead was wet! GROSS.
The woman behind him in line thought it was hilarious. She was like, "You should have seen the look on your face when he did that...hahahaha" I smiled and laughed it off with her, but I was fuming inside both at him and her.
Hello I'm glad you thought it was funny, but I'm sure as hell you would not have been laughing if some stranger did that to you.
And what is with it with these costumers who think that they can put their hands (and in this case mouth) on you just because you work in a service job? UGH. I'm dreading that man coming in again. It's been about a month and I haven't seen him, and I'm hoping I won't have to put up with that again.